Sir John Carr
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An Irish Song
Poor Molly O'Flannagan (Lord rest her soul!)
Drank so deeply of whiskey, 'twas thought she would die;
Her fond lover, Pat, from her
And stepp'd into Dublin to buy her a pie.
Oh! poor Molly O'Flannagan!
Tho' chin-deep in sorrow, yet fun he lov'd well;